Here’s the response. After my beating and beating and beating at them, and after all-y’all’s beating at them, here’s what I get from Orkut’s support staff, who, I might add, put one in the mind of the Bastard Operator:

We’re sorry about the difficulties you’re having. Could you please send us
your username and the full name that is displayed in your orkut profile so
we can take a look at your account?

Well. Gee. How many times have I told them that already?

Sigh.

I guess that’s progress. We’ll see.

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There will come a day
And youth will pass away
What will they say about me

When the end comes I know
they’ll say just a gigolo
Life goes on without me

I’m just a gigolo, everywhere I go
people know the part I’m playing
paid for every dance
starting each romance
oh what their saying

And there will come a day
And youth will pass away
What will they say about me?

No word from orkut. Not a fucking PEEP.

How do I loath thee? Let me count the goddamned ways. Nuff ta drive a man ta the drinkin’ if-you-know-what-I-mean.

But you people? You rock. Love you each and every one.

Keep those cards and letters going to admin@orkut.com. Protest.

And ladies? Send me the love. Send kisses. Send panties!

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